Nothing but scribbles
Words once loved, and
Scratched many times over,
A series of doubt,
That’s what I’m now;
The torn paper
Bearing a dream that never fulfilled
A love-hate relationship, I share.
Perhaps someday I won’t be torn anymore
One day I’d adorn the pages of a book
Bearing words of hope
Bringing joy to my author!
A Torn Page
04 Monday Feb 2019
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